Roadrunner Records - Marigold lyrics

[Verse 1] Latched to this life like a d**h-grip We're satisfied with the mundane and keeping out of sight But still we are young (x2) I'll stare the angels down Keep them in the back room Shut the door and let go Now we stare at the grave-cold and paralyzed Pushing daisies while we still feel the sunshine We are young (x2) Slip through the marigolds and please our damaged souls [Refrain 1] This place is holding me Jump through the rope, let's make it credible When blood is all we see, life is impossible [Chorus 1] d**h is coming ‘round like a hurricane swirling We're on the clock and the needle is turning The misery is k**ing me slowly Give me a spine to work it out [Verse 2] You're just another one wandering aimlessly until the grave The signs of the times are upon us all We're bleeding for tomorrow s**ing on the mother's dead tit of sorrow It's alright, we'll learn it all before we go Snapped by the neck as we follow Chin up, now tighten the rope Leave it all hollow [Refrain 1] This place is holding me Jump through the rope, let's make it credible When blood is all we see, life is impossible [Chorus 2] d**h is coming ‘round like a hurricane swirling We're on the clock and the needle is turning fast The misery is k**ing me slowly Give me a spine to work it out No funeral No pyre left burning This body is dust in the wind that's hurling past The misery is k**ing me slowly Give me a spine to work it out [Bridge] (If I were the devil, I would promote an attitude of loving things and using people, instead of the other way around I would make it legal to take the life of the unborn Make it socially acceptable to take one's own life, and invent machines to make it more convenient I would attack the family, the backbone of any nation I would come up with d** that sedate the mind and target the young, and I would get sports heroes to advertise them.) I guess I will just leave things the way they are! [Instrumental] [Refrain 2] This place is holding me (This place is holding me) Jump through the rope, let's make it credible (Credible) When blood is all we see, life is impossible [Chorus 1: Chorus] (d**h is coming 'round like a hurricane swirling We're on the clock and the needle's turning The misery's k**ing me slowly Give me a spine to work it out.) [Chorus 2] d**h is coming ‘round like a hurricane swirling We're on the clock and the needle is turning fast The misery is k**ing me slowly Give me a spine to work it out No funeral No pyre left burning This body is dust in the wind that's hurling past The misery is k**ing me slowly Give me a spine to work it out